Joyride

Joyride

Joyride a poem by ANN RANDLETTE | Medical Assistant + Poet MY three siblings and I runout of our grandparents’ home, escapeour father’s furor, our mother’s drunken care. We pile into the huge Mercedes. At the wheelGrandpa Ceece guns the engine, grinshis toothy...
All There Is

All There Is

All There Is and other sonnets by ED HACK | Teacher + Poet All There Is They pose the kids in front of it, the white teeth of the falls, the little girls as blonde and slight as light that turns a dark leaf bright. The water, heedlessly, flows on and on. The willows...